The room was large and unnaturally bright, but that had no effect on Castiel. He didn’t have much time. “I don’t know if you know me. My name is Castiel. I have rebelled against Heaven for two humans. They’re called Dean and Sam. The Winchesters,” as he was speaking he was opening the cage and freeing its occupant from chains. “Lucifer will soon be free. I was hoping you would be able to help us prevent an apocalypse.” Suddenly Castiel found the wall and his back slammed together. Swallowing in fear, he looked up only to see the freed prisoner smite the three angels that had joined them.
Chapter One: Children
Nick couldn’t believe his eyes when he woke up to see his wife stood over their bed. You’re dreaming Nick, well of course he was. Sarah was dead. It didn’t stop him asking, “Sarah?”
“I’m not your wife Nick.” He knew that really. “I’m an angel.”
“An angel?” Nick knew that too. He’d loved her like she was one at least.
“My name is Lucifer.”
“Sure,” Nick had no idea what his brain was conjuring up now. Between the nightmares and hallucinations, it felt like this was another step on the road to crazy. “Naturally um… could you do me a favour there Satan and remind me to quit drinking before I go to bed?” He didn’t know why but he listened to the figure of his dead wife talking about him being a vessel and needing to control him. Maybe he was curious. Maybe he just missed Sarah. “Even if this is real, which it’s not, but assuming it was… why the hell would I do something like that?”
“Because I have suffered the same way you have. You people misunderstand me. You call me Satan and devil, but do you know my crime?” Lucifer was prompted to go on by Nick’s slight head shake, “I loved too much. I had a child with a human woman, a beautiful boy. She was butchered, as was my son, and I was locked away. He punished me just as he has punished you. How could any God stand by while a man breaks into your home and butchers your family in their beds? There are only two rational answers. Either he’s sadistic or he just doesn’t care. You and I are so similar Nick. I know you’re angry, so am I, and we have every right to be. I want to find him, hold him accountable for his actions. Just because he created us doesn’t mean he can toy with us.”
“If I help you… can you bring back my family?” Nick begged, tears escaping.
“I'm sorry. I can't. But I can give you the next best thing. God did this to you, Nick. And I can give you justice. Peace.”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” Nick wanted to believe Lucifer. In those eyes he knew so well he didn’t see a trace of falsehood.
“Because contrary to popular belief, I don't lie. And aside from that, we know the same pain. I need you to say yes Nick. Please.”
When Castiel joined the Winchesters in the hospital three days later he wasn’t alone, of course his new friend stayed out of sight, listening in. Dean sounded like an interesting character, “Cell phone Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?”
“You’re hidden from angels now. All angels. I won’t be able to simply-”
“Enough foreplay,” that must be Bobby. “Get over here and lay your damn hands on. Get healing. Now.”
“I can’t,” Castiel sighed. He led Sam and Dean into the room, “I’m cut off from heaven, much of heaven’s power. Certain things I can do, certain things I can’t.”
“You’re telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?”
“Not quite.” Castiel turned to Dean, “We need to talk about your plan to kill Lucifer. It’s foolish and impossible.”
“Oh, thanks for the support there Cas.”
“I have a better solution. There is someone stronger than Michael who can stop the apocalypse given the chance.”
“Who’s that?” Sam asked, willing to give anything a shot.
“The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who all this began with. Luca, you can show yourself. I won’t let anything happen.” Castiel turned to face the boy he’d saved from the cage in Heaven.
Luca had the appearance of a teenage boy coming into his early twenties, with stunning doe eyes and a light dusting of stubble, a muscular enough body with a little bit of puppy fat. He looked innocent and beautiful. Gracefully he walked over to Bobby and touched his forehead, healing the human. “You now have full ability in your legs, and your liver is restored.”
“Cas who is this?” Dean asked.
“A friend,” Castiel smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t stop Sam. Lucifer was going to be freed, but I also knew there would be a way to stop the apocalypse. If he can meet with Lucifer then maybe the apocalypse can be stopped. He has already proven his power when he put you on that plane, when he brought me back to life, healing Bobby. He is the strongest ally you have.”
“I’m sorry what?” Dean asked. At the same time Sam asked, “Who is he exactly?”
“I am Luca Femi. The son of Lucifer,” the boy told them. The door slammed shut, locking them all in the room, and his eyes glowed. The shadow of great wings, larger than Castiel’s, were cast across the wall.